Like a Mason jar, a poem is a good place to put things you want to collect, save, see, study, preserve, and appreciate. Wednesday, October 26, 2011. Near the end, when my mother. And bones, we could see the tumor. Rise out of her belly, as big and round. With every heartbeat, the thing. Pulsed its own defiant life,. Into a pancreas and liver no longer. Rich enough to be good soil. It first while turning mom,.

How are you? Blogging used to be a thing I did when I was bord in class. I bailed on that after about three and a half months.

A sad, but not unhappy, journey to unravel that subtle knot which makes us man. Cosmo and the Unbroken Mirror. In Literary matters and works. On December 12, 2014. 8220;In me thou seest the glowing of such fire. That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,. As the death-bed whereon it must expire,. Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

This semester I have been reflecting on the image of God, particularly within a narrative context. In the first sense, however, every human simply is. This seems so obvious in so.